Five Spirit Embers

On the day of Zhuran's spiritual test, the mountain was filled with red light and the red bird appeared. The leader made an exception and accepted a disciple on the spot: "It is a rare opportunity in a thousand years to join my sect." I thought I would reach the pinnacle of my life from now on. As a result, I secretly took the test the next day and found three lines clearly written on the pillar: Grade Suzaku, Level Three B, Low Talent. The four ancient spirits, the lowest level. The senior brothers gathered around her and sighed, and the senior sister touched her head and said it was okay. The fat chirp named Gungun squatted on his shoulder and cursed: "Three-B is just triple-B. You don't rely on talent to make a living." She is indeed unreliable. After practicing for a few days, she discovered that there was a pile of golden threads accumulated in her Qi sea. When she meditated under the sun, the golden threads dug in by themselves. So what about San B, she insists on climbing up one step at a time. So she followed four senior brothers and sisters down the mountain to practice. She was the rearguard in fights, and she led the team in digging for treasures. She accidentally helped Qinglong find the bone-tempering spiritual spring, helped Baihu touch the ancient array, and retrieved a lost yellow dragon from the deep mountains and old forests. She thought her life would continue to be so lively. Until the leader said to her: "Stretch out your hand and let me see where you are coming from." Behind her, someone raised a knife. You think he is a favorite among the immortal cultivators, but in fact, the knife behind him stabs you in the heart. But it doesn't matter, Suzaku will eventually burn through the entire sky.